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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 10, 2016 19:32:15 GMT

Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 10, 2016 19:32:15 GMT

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warm sun streamed down from the gloriously bright day star directly overhead. a mixture of cottonwoods, hulking oaks, and rough-barked pine trees stood about these parts, with the pale trunked cottonwoods mostly lining the clearing he found himself in. unclaimed territory. the hunting wasn't much good here, king had noticed- likely why it was one of the few patches of forest the clan cats hadn't gobbled up for themselves. it was crawling with adventurous kittypets, denned foxes and even a badger here or there, as well as lots of wanderers like himself, with no where else to go. he wasn't too concerned about the bad hunting. it was easy enough to catch a fat squirrel or rabbit within clan markers, it wasn't as though they could eat every single rabbit in the territory, and king was far too smart to get caught. it took the kind of indifferent arrogance the rogue tom possessed to lay sprawled out as he was, his hoarfrost colored belly fur displayed to the warmth of the sun, aquamarine eyes closed in contentment.

the dark tabby's fur was sleek and the color of rainclouds, the sort that blanketed a sky so different from the clear azure one seen today. he'd spent much of the morning grooming himself, having only partially finished off the big raven he'd caught just outside of thunderclan territory for breakfast. the rest he'd buried back at his temporary den, deep beneath pine needles and cool, loamy soil. he'd talked a bit with clan cats in the past- couldn't really remember their names now, though he suspected they'd all been pretty she-cats- and heard that much of what they spent their day occupied with was their duties, all working for the benefit of the whole. the very idea was repugnant to him, spending his day in such a scheduled way, hunting for a leader who bossed him around, training young, mewling kits. king had been told by "warriors" in the past of how graciously he could be accepted as one of them, but he'd never been a bit interested. what joy was to be had in safety, if it meant giving up all of his freedom? he preferred to live wild and independent, going where he pleased, when he pleased.

king lost track of thoughts of the idiotic clockwork motions of the warrior clans and began to doze off in the warm sun patch, dreams of mice and cozy hay barns taking shape in his mind.

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 10, 2016 19:46:35 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Apr 10, 2016 19:46:35 GMT

When Deertail had started his day he honestly hadn't expected it to lead to this. It had all begun innocently enough, the brown tom taking Creampaw on a bit of tracking practice before dropping her off at camp to accompany the afternoon patrol with Barkstep and a few others. Deertail had been chosen for hunting duties and since Creampaw had been doing well he had elected to leave her with Barkstep instead. Now, normally hunting duties were absolutely fine barring the one time he'd fallen several feet out of a tree when a branch broke. Normal hunting trips were calm and quiet, taking place well above the heads of his clanmates where Deertail could think clearly and not have to worry about twisting his word when he talked or feel like Lynxheart was going to sink her claws into him at any second. They were his respite, particularly now when he had Creampaw in his shadow more days than not. The pale she-cat was doing well in her training but they still hadn't found even footing with each other, barriers in communication still standing strong.

Anyway, Deertail had expected a quiet day. StarClan laughed at his modest dreams. That was why the long limbed tom was now fleeing for his life. Behind him a yapping fox was crashing through the underbrush, intent on having cat for its supper. It was a nasty tempered vixen that had taken up residence in a den that had been unoccupied for seasons. Deertail hadn't caught wind of it until it was too late. Grounded and panicking the brown warrior had turned tail and fled. Now he crashed through unfamiliar territory, fumbling to not trip over tree roots and tangles of foliage with only partial success. Panic made him clumsy and the trees in this part of the territory were smooth barked varieties, difficult to climb when one was in a hurry. So, Deertail charged blindly ahead, occasionally changing direction in a desperate pitch to lose the ginger hellion at his heels.

Panting hard the young tom threw himself into a sunlit clearing, amber eyes dazzled by the sudden brightness. Behind him the fox lunged, sharp teeth snapping a hair short of Deertail's flank. Yowling, Deertail lunged forward, glancing back over his shoulder as he did and...something soft and squishy gave way under Deertail's paws. Yowling in fright at the sudden softness underfoot, Deertail overbalanced, crashing to the ground as an unfamiliar wail reached his ears over the fox's hunting cries. As he hit the ground Deertail slid a few feet, rolling over once before landing sprawled out on his side. Flanks heaving, Deertail tried to drag himself to his feet in time to see the fox lunge at him over a heap of grey fur, needle-sharp teeth aimed at Deertail's throat. Heart pounding, winded and stunned, Deertail knew he couldn't dodge in time. Amber eyes widened in horror before squeezing shut as the warrior braced himself for being torn apart.

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 10, 2016 20:20:12 GMT

Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 10, 2016 20:20:12 GMT

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dream mouse, fat and juicy, was just about in his grasp. king, still napping, crept forward, ready to pounce and bring this dream to a satisfying end. then something hard smashed into his ribs, winding him. the pain echoed in his chest, stinging through the delicate muscles and cartilage there. king gave a snarl of surprise. "what the-?!" the big gray tabby leaped up, fur standing on end. apparently he'd been too arrogant in his choice of napping spot- an enemy had come along to pick him off after all, though he was in no man's land as it was. a pretentious warrior no doubt, trying to chase him off though it wasn't in their right. like the forest belonged to them... suddenly he tuned into the yowling, which had continued, not in anger to signal attack but in utter terror.

the rogue whipped around to stare in shock at the ugly canine that had smashed over top of him and was now about to make a meal of some other cat. king cursed aloud. why couldn't he ever catch a break? these damned warriors were everywhere, stirring up all kinds of trouble for him. gazing through the haze that was his fear and adrenaline rush, he shook the grogginess from his head and lunged as the fox did, grabbing claw-fulls of reddish fur on its haunches. the predator, momentarily focused with malice on the unknown cat, turned its full attention on king, the idiot who had intervened.

luckily, this vixen was a scrawny one, and king was a big cat, or he'd have been crowfood. still, terror of the sharp teeth snapping at his throat made his heart beat fast. he sank his teeth into her shoulder, giving a yowl of rage as he felt the vixen tear into his striped tail. briefly, he felt the warmth of blood loss but ignored it, rounding on the fox and smashing forward with all his might, attempting to knock her off her feet. he caught a glimpse of the newcomer, a slim brown tom laying terrified on his side, eyes glued shut. then the fox was on its feet again, diving at his throat with paws extended.

"back off, dung breath!" king yowled, ducking down as the fox tackled him. briefly, as she worked her jaws around his throat, he felt his breath catch and wondered if this was it for him. blackness threatened the edges of his vision and he winced, gasping for breath. then his scrabbling hind legs caught purchase on her belly and threw the fox off, a good distance away. king dragged his unwilling body a fox length before the other cat, putting himself between cat and fox. though low to the ground, his bristling fur and sharply narrowed blue eyes made him look mean and ready to continue the fight. the grass was stained with both of their blood, and as she made to advance, his enemy seemed to notice this as well. king squared his shoulders and growled in warning, ready to fight to what he knew would be his death should she finish her advance. instead, the vixen turned and raced off deeper into the woods, further from clan territory. king collapsed with a sigh, paying no attention to the other cat. judging from the fear scent the tom let off, he was no threat to the rogue.

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 10, 2016 20:43:59 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Apr 10, 2016 20:43:59 GMT

There wasn't enough adrenaline in the world to move Deertail's legs. He'd run StarClan knows how far into unfamiliar territory and now he was going to die, gutted by a fox, gasping to catch his breath. Squeezing his eyes shut, Deertail tried to curl in on himself as the fox lunged, sharp fangs ready to taste cat blood. He would see his mother again at least, be away from the hateful Lynxheart and the fear of disappointing his uncle...

An angry snarl and the absence of searing pain or rending fangs had Deertail snapping his eyes open. A sharp yelp from the fox echoed around the clearing followed by the deep angry growl of a furious cat. Startled amber eyes widened and stared as a massive grey tom wrestled with the scrawny vixen. The two thrashed around the clearing trading rumbling growls and snapping jaws. Stunned, Deertail could do little more than stare dumbly as a random stranger tore into the fox that was ready to gut Deertail like a fish. Scrambling, the brown tom managed to find his feet, heart rabbiting in his rib cage as the fox landed a sharp bite on the tom's tail. He started forward only to be pushed back by the two wrestling again, trying to keep out of the way. As soon as the fox's jaws found the stranger's throat, Deertail jerked forward in an aborted move to help. He didn't know how he would help, he had no plan, but he had to do something! Before Deertail could reach the wrestling pair, the fox was thrown back and sent running into the forest.

For several moments Deertail couldn't move. He stood frozen, amber eyes locked on to the grey-furred stranger that was panting on the ground. The smell of cat blood and fox blood coiled in his nose. The stranger didn't move save to breathe heavily.

'Move! He saved you!'

Skidding forward the brown SkyClanner slid to a stop a few tail-lengths from the downed cat. Dropping low so his belly brushed the grass, Deertail crept closer. He could feel his heart hammering at the back of his throat and tried to swallow it back. This cat had risked his life for an unknown cat, the least Deertail could do was make sure he was okay, especially after that fox had grabbed his throat. Ears laying back against his head, tail curled close to his body and keeping his belly against the ground, Deertail crept forward with his nose twitching. Pinpricks and smears of blood accented the tom's ragged grey fur, already clotting in the long strands. There was a decent bite on his tail that was sluggishly trying to clot and when he got brave enough to peer at the cat's throat, well out of striking distance, he found a color of pinpricks bubbling blood from where fox fangs had pricked the skin.

'Cobwebs,' Deertail thought, remembering Tawnygaze's few brief first aid lessons.

Stumbling in his haste and nearly biting the dust again, Deertail headed toward the trees. On clumsy feet the tom made his way around the trees, searching the low branches and underbrush for signs of silver cobwebs. It didn't take long to find a well spun web in a bush of bracken. Gathering it as carefully as he could manage, Deertail made his way back to the stranger as quickly as he could manage with the sticky wad of webs held in his jaws. Thankfully when he got back to the clearing Deertail found the loner right where he'd left him, sprawled out in the sun breathing a bit slower. Dropping low again, Deertail approached slowly and carefully though he made sure to brush his tail against the grass to alert the cat to his return. Circling around to the tom's tail, the deepest wound, Deertail tentatively began laying cobwebs over the sluggishly bleeding injury. His touches were featherlight and hesitant, as quick as a hummingbird's wings. Deertail kept the tom's head at the corner of his field of vision, half expecting the loner to whip around and sink his claws into him.

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 10, 2016 21:23:33 GMT

Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 10, 2016 21:23:33 GMT

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bright pools of blue slid closed as king breathed raggedly through his nose, muscles relaxing as the adrenaline ceased to exist in his system. he heard the cat slither toward him, cautious and seemingly still afraid. of what? of me? it was almost laughable that any cat would be so terrified of him in the sorry shape he was in now. he ought to have cuffed the brown tom over the ears but he was too exhausted to really move. silly thing... why don't you get out of here? and after investigating the damaged parts of his skin, the tom did seem eager to do just that. king half wondered if he was going to report back to his clanmates or something, bring a war party back to finish him off because he was too cowardly to do it alone. what a way to go, buried beneath snarling, filthy clan cats after the fox had had her fair pound of flesh.

he didn't know how much time passed, but the sun seemed to change position a bit in the sky, though light still filtered down onto him. it was making a mockery of his earlier attempt at a pleasant nap. now he had no choice but to lay here until something else came along to pick him off. after a while, the clan cat returned. he couldn't smell anything else but blood and fox stench, but he didn't hear anyone else accompanying the brown tom. he pricked an ear, waiting to see what the other cat was going to do to him. surely he was too heavy to drag all the way back as an offering to the clan leader? he heard a shhhhing sound as the other cats tail drug along the ground toward him. he felt a stinging pain in the deep wound on his tail, and tensed, letting out a low hiss as pressure was applied. king carefully lifted his head, just the bare minimum to be able to see, and fixed icy blue eyes on the tall brown tom, becoming a bit more alert. "what...?" he began groggily, then laid his head back down on the grass again.

the rogue lay still as the strange cat continued his ministrations. it didn't seem to be anything to harm king. in fact, it felt sort of good to have the raw flesh covered, no longer exposed to the open air. he gritted his teeth and tried not to move his tail, though it felt instinctive. his breath came out a soft wheezing noise when he tried to speak again. king's voice was strained, the words coming out quietly, "what are you doing?" he tried again, this time managing to finish the sentence. the big gray tabby's mew was gravelly- "don't you...have somewhere...to be?"

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 10, 2016 21:39:38 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Apr 10, 2016 21:39:38 GMT

Deertail sent a silent prayer of thanks to StarClan that the tom didn't whip around and sink his claws into him. When he carefully restrained the tom's tail from lashing no claws sank into his shoulder, in fact the grey tom laid back into the grass and seemed to relax a bit. The quiet hiss of discomfort was seemingly involuntary so Deertail simply lightened his touch as he situated the cobwebs and made sure the entirety of the wound was covered. He could almost hear Tawnygaze murmuring instructions into his ear but shook off the silly thought. She would be scandalized if she saw what he was doing, tending to a rogue. Still, the grey tom had saved Deertail's life so the brown tom was going to do what he could to help. This stranger had no reason to help Deertail, none at all and yet he had pounced at the fox and...Deertail wasn't sure how to thank someone for a thing like that.

'what are you doing? don't you...have somewhere...to be?'

The words startled Deertail just as the brown tom was slinking up toward the tom's head. It rumbled through the bigger cat and made Deertail's heart rate spike for a moment in a halfhearted attempt by his body to be afraid. Most of his fear had been burned up by the fox, his adrenaline reserves low after his heart pounding sprint through the territory. Still, it made Deertail pause cobwebs still held in his jaws. For a moment he looked like a literal deer trapped in the blinding glare of a monster. Taking a subtle deep breath Deertail moved closer to the tom again, putting down the cobwebs and crouching near the tom's head.

"No, not particularly," Deertail murmured in his typical gentle tones. He didn't have a particularly soft voice or perhaps he wouldn't have if he'd grown up without having to disappear. His voice was moderately deep and often described as soothing when it didn't shake (which for once it didn't thank StarClan) but it was unfamiliar to this tom and probably not soothing in the slightest. "I'm...I'm going to check the wounds on your neck...please..please don't rip my throat out. Please." That was not a shake in his voice. Deertail would deny that until the day he died.

For a long moment Deertail surveyed the grey tom's blue gaze before he was satisfied he might not get his throat torn out today. Shuffling forward, Deertail carefully nosed at the tom's neck. He kept his touches light, just barely brushing the long hair back from the pinpricks where the fox's fangs had broken skin. In a few places he used his rough tongue and fangs to gently break away clots that had formed in the hairs so he could better see the wounds. They didn't look deep but throat wounds bled a lot so for the most part Deertail was simply cleaning up the excess clotting. He kept his touches light and delicate, doing his best to keep his fangs as far from fragile skin as he could, heart pounding from the proximity required for this task. Once he was satisfied, Deertail leaned back and busied himself separating his meager cobweb collection, trying to decide how best to cover the collar of little wounds, trying to ignore the tom's cool gaze prickling at his fur.

Casting his mind around for something to fill the awkward silence, Deertail settled on "My name is Deertail...what's yours?"

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 10, 2016 22:05:59 GMT

Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 10, 2016 22:05:59 GMT

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his words seemed to freeze the other cat, and he wondered again what he had done to cause such fear. on his best day, king would've had no trouble taking this strange cat down. but right now, he was weak and looking pretty pitiful, he imagined, crumpled in a heap of bloody grey fur on the grass. of course, he had just fought off a fox in hot pursuit of the warrior, so perhaps he'd impressed the cat somehow as to his strength.

"no, not particularly." he slowly rolled his head back to better expose his throat, feeling the wrongness of the motion as he did so. still, this cat didn't seem to want to kill him. if it was all just some kind of sadistic act, well, king could accept that it was his time to die. he already felt half way there anyway. there'd be no one to come looking for him when his presence was extinguished from the forest. if anything, the clan cats would probably be happy to have one less rogue to compete with to feed their already large number of hungry mouths. "you're a clan cat," king meowed, almost accusingly, though it lacked much aggression. he was in a sad state.

"...please don't rip my throat out. please." king couldn't help himself. a ragged chuckle escaped his maw. he blinked slowly, trying to clear the black fuzzies from his vision. the brown tom was rather on the thin side, now that he looked. maybe he was one of those rabbit chasing cats. they did seem pretty flighty. "after all that trouble?" the rogue growled softly, wincing at the pain from the wounds on his throat. "do i look like an idiot?" he wasn't going to say it out loud, but if he tore the other cat's throat out, they'd both die out here. king still might. he had no way of knowing how badly the fox had left his neck.

he shivered in discomfort and surprise as the other tom cleaned the blood from his neck, giving him a good idea of just how bad it had been. he'd lost a sizable amount of the stuff. he doubted he could get to his feet just now, let alone rip out a cats throat if they struggled at all. his rescuer, halo lit by the sun streaming down on them, introduced himself as "deertail." this confirmed his suspicions of clan heritage. "deertail...? that's fitting," king grunted, before adding shortly, "king." the skin on his throat burned like it was on fire. he tried to breathe through his nose, finding it difficult; his ribs ached from the impact of the vixen and this deertail cat. "what's a clan cat doing helping a rogue? you may as well just finish me off, i'm done for."

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 10, 2016 22:47:49 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Apr 10, 2016 22:47:49 GMT

A tickle of amusement finally got through Deertail's lingering fright. Heartbeat slowing in his chest the young tom continued carefully layering cobwebs over the grey cat's throat. King as he named himself, remained mostly still and let Deertail minister as best he could. It wasn't as neat as Tawnygaze's work but it was better than nothing and Deertail didn't dare go back to SkyClan to fetch the medicine cat. To be honest in his blind sprint from the fox Deertail had gotten himself a bit turned around, darting in random directions to try and shake the fox off his tail. For now Deertail put it out of his mind and did what he could to cover the neck wounds without causing too much pain. At last, cobwebs gone, Deertail sat back and curled his tail around his paws, settling into a low crouch with his paws tucked under his body. It was a typical pose for him, folding his long limbs away and making him look quite small despite the fact that when he stood up fully or stretched to his full length he was by no means a small cat.

"You're not done for," Deertail abolished calmly. He'd seen warriors take hits like these before and the wounds weren't terribly deep. King wouldn't lose his tail or anything and as long as his neck wounds remained covered and clean he should be able to dodge infection. "Besides...You saved my life." Deertail met King's cool blue gaze, tipping his head slightly to one side. "No one has...not many would do something like that for a stranger." 'Or a clanmate,' but Deertail kept that to himself. "I can't help you as much as a medicine cat but I can do a few things. Do you think you can get up at all? Move somewhere more sheltered?"

Deertail had never spared much thought for the struggles of a loner. He was so used to having multiple resources, safe in the knowledge that there were many hunters gathering food, many eyes watching the borders for predators and careful eyes watching camp for intruders. The presence of a medicine cat was enough to give clans an advantage over loners, gentle cats capable of fending off infection, cleansing toxins and nurturing wellness. This cat, King, had no such support. He would be alone when Deertail had to return to SkyClan and if he didn't move somewhere sheltered King would be vulnerable. Hawks, badgers, foxes, other rogues. Deertail glanced at the fringes of the clearing where the brush was thick and green.

Sitting up a bit, Deertail tasted the breeze carefully. He wasn't the best tracker ever but he could tell that for now at least there were no threats pressing close around them, attracted by the smell of spilled blood. That didn't mean that couldn't change. King had scared the vixen but had he scared her enough to keep her away for good? The sky was clear of hawks, falcons and eagles but they often flew in from the moors of WindClan's territory to nest in the SkyClan forest. Looking back at King, Deertail flicked his tail, waiting for the tom's reply.

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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 11, 2016 19:41:18 GMT

Post by ♔ ferocious werepup on Apr 11, 2016 19:41:18 GMT

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the gray tabby stiffened as the cobwebs were applied over his wounds, stifling another short hiss of pain. deertail moved with immense care and gentleness. no one had ever done anything like this for him before. to tell the truth... king hadn't had a real friend his entire life. he'd met other rogues like him here and there, but most seemed crazy, honestly. he'd had lovers, numerous lovers, clan cats among them. but no one had ever really taken care of him like this. no one had ever had his back. it made him feel strange and a bit embarrassed. why did that stupid fox have to show up?

"besides... you saved my life." king blinked, looking back into those enchanting amber eyes. he hadn't really seen it as so significant. he huffed, shrugging. "there was a fox...," he mumbled, stating the obvious. "...it would've torn me apart just as well as you... if i hadn't dispatched it," the big rogue bluffed, as though he couldn't have just run away and left deertail to the vixen's fangs. surely he hadn't actually shown compassion for another cat? he didn't need anybody but himself. still, it would have been just plain evil and cowardly to turn and run from a fight like that. king was no coward. maybe that was what it had been. he just wasn't a coward to turn from a fight. yeah. that was all.

"medicine cat?" his blue eyes clouded with confusion. what in silverpelt was a "medicine?" "do you think you can get up at all?" he took a deep breath. alright, suck it up. don't be such a weakling. it was just a little fox. c'mon. his brain seemed consumed by fog. what was wrong with him? king slowly struggled to a stand, shaking his head to clear his vision as the blood began flowing throughout his body evenly. he stumbled for a moment, standing on shaky paws, fighting to steady himself. "i have... a den deeper in the woods," he offered tentatively, looking away.

notes; omg "let's go back to my place deertail" >:3 deer stays with him to make sure he's okay... even tho king says he's fine... weeps... deer promises to come back and check up on him... king is just like whatever.... but secretly anticipates it..... omg...... iM CRYING
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the damage i've done! deertail & king Apr 12, 2016 14:55:05 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Apr 12, 2016 14:55:05 GMT

'What a lonely life,' Deertail thought, watching as King rolled around the word 'medicine' as though it was foreign and strange. The brown tom vaguely wished Tawnygaze was here with her bright eyes and lopsided gait. She always had a friendly smile for him, a purr underlining her voice when she greeted him. What was it like to live without such friendly greetings? Sure Deertail kept to himself for the most part but he'd managed to make a small collection of friends in SkyClan and he trusted his clanmates to be there when it counted. Even little Pollenpaw with her shaking voice and nightmares. There was bravery in her, even if she didn't recognize it yet. What would he do out here all alone? 'Die,' said a nasty little voice that sounded an awful lot like Lynxheart. The fact that King had had to jump in to save him from the fox, despite the bigger cat's protests, was evidence of that. Turning to face the vixen hadn't crossed Deertail's mind, too overrun with the need to flee. Whatever King's reasons were, Deertail was glad the grey loner had chosen to help him...even if Deertail wasn't worth the blood on his fur.

Shoving the unpleasant thought away the young tom rose to his feet as King carefully shifted to stand. Amber eyes tracked the grey tom's swaying, watched his eyes blink away what were no doubt spots in his vision. Deertail tried to give him space, though he felt a bit awkward. If this were a clanmate Deertail would press close to their side, give them a shoulder to lean on. He wasn't terribly strong but the young tom had strong legs and shoulders from moons of leaping through SkyClan's trees so he was at least able to do that. This though, was not a clanmate. This was King, a massive loner with curious blue eyes that took on foxes and lived a lonesome life in no man's land. If he could have Deertail would have been biting his lip, eyes flickering over the grey tom's frame, uncertain of how to help. After several moments of indecision Deertail cautiously moved to King's side. He kept a bit of space between them, just in case King took a snap at him but close enough to catch the longhaired loner if he swayed too far.

"Lead on," Deertail said, waving his tail toward the trees towering all around them. "You'll rest better somewhere safe."

If StarClan had ever smiled on Deertail it was in the moment when those words rolled off his tongue without a stammer. They were in his characteristic quiet tones but not the quiet that bespoke fear. It was the quiet of a cat that would not be turned away, that had chosen a path and was confident in it. The underestimated confidence of a cat that spent his days walking narrow branches where few others would venture. It wasn't much but it was all Deertail had, these little uncertain decisions. So, he ignored King's imminent protests and trailed in the loner's shadow, his short brown pelt occasionally brushing King's longer grey fur when the loner swayed into Deertail's shoulder or they happened to walk too close together.

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